Story: Ch2

I left, and went alone to the library. Other monks gave me disrespectful glances, keeping them harmful but small so as not to be seen by the abbot. They were going back to the dorms to nip in some sleep, but I was determined the tune had given me an idea. There was half an hour left until the next service. I found ‘Ut Quaent laxis’ and set it out in front of me. Although I am quiet knowledgeable that bias is banished, I will tell you that this is by far my favourite hymn. I copied it out; having done this many, many times I knew it off by heart, so I completed this task quickly. I then returned the book to its place on the shelf and stood in the hollow room, studying the poem. Now I was wide awake, and all my attention was focussed intently on the poem. This went on for a while, covering parts of the poem with my hand, deep in thought. I folded the poem so only the starting syllable of each line was showing, but suddenly the church bell rang again and I was roused from my concentration, so I made my way yet again to the oratory.

An example of some of the books and language Guido could have seen in the library (primary source): His Books
Chapter 3